Chapter 1395: Chapter 532: The End of Night (Part 2)

Someone else spoke in a deep voice:

"However, what he said isn’t wrong. Su Mo is young but full of tricks.

"The first day he arrived at Weilong Island, we suffered a huge defeat, which shows his methods are extraordinary.

"Now, using this to lure us, it’s indeed quite possible."

"So, what should we do?"

A slightly reckless voice spoke:

"Are we supposed to retreat just because it’s difficult?

"Are we just going to let the situation tomorrow unfold and wait to fight against the Dragon King Hall?

"Currently, on Weilong Island, we’ve gathered the power of the four divisions, yet even with this combined force, we are no match for them if a fight breaks out.

"As for the stance of the other four divisions, they are still undecided.

"If Su Mo defeats the four divisions now, the other four might instantly submit to him, recognizing his position as the new Hall Master.

"By then, it would truly be the end of the line for us!"

These words left everyone silent simultaneously.

If it was merely Xiangtian Sect’s betrayal, they could actually accept it.

The leaders of the Eight Sects have more feelings for the Dragon King Hall than Dark Dragon Hall.

Within the Eight Sects, they often waver the Division Leaders using the future and prospects of the Dragon King Hall as leverage.

The former Hall Master’s inclination towards the Eight Sects was too obvious.

This was the greatest weapon for the shift towards the Eight Sects.

Now, with the appearance of a new Hall Master, how could the Eight Sects not carefully observe?

If Su Mo is like the previous Hall Master, then taking the Eight Sects under the Dark Dragon Hall would be a logical conclusion.

But the current situation is quite the opposite.

If tomorrow the plot of "Dark Dragon Hall replacing the Crown Prince with a civet to usurp the Right Saint" comes to light.

Then the Dark Dragon Hall is truly at a disadvantage.

We can only secretly contend with Su Mo.

If the Eight Demonic Punishment Orders are issued on the surface, should the Dark Dragon Hall dare to confront directly, they would be extinguished without a trace!

Thus, the fate of the "Right Saint" tonight is exceedingly important.

Only then did they grit their teeth and take the risk.

After a few more arguments, there were a total of five who came.

Except for one who withdrew, the remaining four decided to stake everything in one throw.

After that person left, one person gently waved a hand, and immediately two of them flew, arriving in front of the two guards at the door, who were extremely drowsy and yawning.

A slight flick of a finger, and the two guards were immobilized.

The remaining two then flipped in.

They casually pushed open the door.

Inside they saw a group of black-clothed men, each tightly bound, and to ensure just in case, they seemed to have all their acupoints sealed, showing no sign of movement at all.

The "Right Saint" maintained a steady sitting posture, bound with ropes, calmly sitting on the bed.

Upon seeing the few arriving, he kept winking as if warning them.

The four who entered glanced around, seeing no ambush in the room.

Immediately they didn’t even spare a glance at the black-clothed men.

They flew directly in front of the "Right Saint."

The person leading, pulled out a short blade without a second thought, stabbing straight at the "Right Saint’s" chest.

The "Right Saint’s" pupils contracted.

Locking eyes with the person, he only saw a fierce light in their eyes.

Clang!!!

A crisp sound broke the silence.

The fierce gaze was instantly replaced with confusion and bewilderment.

Why was the "Right Saint’s" chest so hard?

Stabbing it was like stabbing a mountain, not a person?

In his moment of confusion, the "Right Saint" spoke:

"So ruthless, killing your own?"

"You aren’t..."

Before he could finish the three words, an overwhelming surge of Inner Strength burst forth.

All the ropes on the "Right Saint" snapped instantly.

The force hit them indiscriminately, knocking several of them away.

The foremost one was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall, then rebounded onto the ground.

Staring dumbfounded, he couldn’t speak before spitting a mouthful of blood.

The next moment, series of thuds were heard.

The black-clothed people who were bound, all flew up, each displaying top-notch martial arts.

Within just a few seconds, the four were completely immobilized.

"Only four?"

"Right Saint" glanced at the numbers and slightly shook his head:

"To think I went through all this trouble."

With a swipe on his cheek, he peeled off a Human Skin Mask:

"Xiao Longtou’s Disguise Technique is truly unparalleled in the world.

"In this short time, giving me this disguise, it was flawless."

The speaker was none other than Su Mo.

Hearing him say this, the remaining black-clothed people burst into laughter:

"Xiao He has only this one barely presentable skill."

One black-clothed person was infuriated:

"How dare you, I have more than just this skill! I have far greater abilities!"

"What other skills do you have then?"

"..."

The black-clothed person, indeed Xiao He, was at a loss for words and finally had to grudgingly say:

"It’s better than your literary pursuits and pedantry."

"Uncultured, I can’t even be bothered with you."

At this point, everyone began removing their disguises.

It was none other than the Sihai Dragon Heads, Shi Cheng, the sick young master, and others.

As for Zhen Xiaoxiao and Mu Shanshan, they weren’t present.

One of them was small-built, the other was rather plump.

Finding night clothes for them that fit was impossible.

They had to return home to sleep honestly.

Shi Cheng at this moment couldn’t even keep his eyes open.

He glanced at Su Mo:

"Chief, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go to bed first."